It’s never the right time

“When your father dies, say the Irish

You lose your umbrella against bad weather “


I realized no matter how I said to myself, “I’ll let you go”, It was not easy… I was preparing myself long time ago, when you had an accident, I prayed to God that if ever it’s your time, to take you away in peace, I rather see you leave than suffer. That was 13 years ago!

Now that you’re gone, I thought I was ready but no! I think no one will be ready in time of death. No one!It’s never the right time.


I thank you so much papa, you’re such a wonderful father to all of us. You taught me so much… to be fearless and hard-working. You will always be my inspiration, my rock and my soul. I miss you so much , rest in peace and know that you will always be my superhero!

Thank you everyone who came and stayed with us, thank you for those who sent their condolences and financial contributions. Thank you for your thoughts, for your time and comfort. Thank you everyone , your expression of sympathies profoundly touch our heart.




APRIL 10, 1923 – AUGUST 6, 2018

flowers for you


DSC_6727 (1)It’s been a month since you have passed away…

You said…

No flowers on your grave…


Flowers are for me…for my smile and my photography…



So,  here’s my flowers from Lebanon..every photos I took, it reminded me, how patient you were, waiting to finish my photos, scrutinizing every details , commenting on how I took the shot. Appreciating the moment, though at times, you told me to stop!



you said…

Stop taking pictures…

Feel the moment, smell the flower, appreciate the nature, see the colors…


and I said…

I like to take photos for other people to see the beauty of nature

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you said..

They will appreciate your photos not the flowers..they cannot hold and smell it.



And yet, as the days passed you also took photos of every flowers on the streets or shops and sent it to me.

I guess you just want me to be happy 🙂

” no flowers”

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Photos were taken from the mountain of Lebanon by jamilamimi@beautybeyondfifty.(2018 June)

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will always remember

“the only way to overcome grief is to move with and through it daily as the feelings ebb and flow.”

If I die and not have travelled,

even to those places I wouldn’t mind going,

I’ll still be at peace..

If I die and not take you to places you badly wanted to go,

I’ll be stirring in my grave,

for not providing for your passion..


(July 9,1957 – May 20,2018)


I will always remember you…

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“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation”

-Khalil Gibran

It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
   I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
   Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
   Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we—
   Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
   Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.
 -Edgar Allan Poe
We love old soul, old stuff, nature and all.. gone too soon but will be in our heart forever…